the mundanity of modernity
has misled us into
a metric uneven and deceiving
catching the comments
hoping to hold a connection
looking for symbols
badges and notifications
working the refresh
regretful
when nothing new
denotes acceptance
wandering across the globe
in seconds
wondering
how do you touch another
person
how do you express
anything
without recrimination
without understanding
without the experience
without the nuance
of faces, and eyes, and cheeks, and smiles
without the lean in
or away
what dystopian rhythm do we
dance to
here in our
private public
confused into apathy
losing our empathy
why aren’t they into me?